It was Sunday morning, late August in 2019. I remember getting up so early, makeup all messy and cakey. All that for an 'extra class' so i don't mess on Advanced Accounting on the fifth semester. Not like studying with myself wouldn't help me get through a regular semester in PKN STAN, it's just that one specific lecturer was a pain in the ass who wrote materials as small as a goddamn handwriting in a book. God i remember hating his face and his writing every Thursday.
I walked to the J building in my mission to get an extra understanding of what the fuck branch company accounting is all about. I swore no matter how much hours I've spent reading the materials it wouldn't stuck because i didn't understand a thing in my lecturer class. And for god sakes i remember not understanding it because he had this tiny handwriting that my miopi eyes couldn't land a hit-box on.
I stepped in the building and immediately regret saying yes to Ageng, we had been classmates the previous year, and she was the one asking me to join her for this tutoring class.
There was a lots of people that apparently in need of help like me and somehow it made me feel better, thought it was me losing braincells.
There were two classes, it wasn't divided by gender but for some reason the other class had so many boys in there, i instantly avoided getting into that one. I queued into my class and immediately choosing the seat near the windows where i got the iconic fountain view. Ageng came a little late and she sat on my right. I told ageng how it felt unreal to be up so early on Sunday morning to study. If it weren't for my fear of getting DO'd i would be sleeping still. I talked to her for the entire minutes of waiting for the tutors.
And there he was, with his glasses resting on his nose, his voice loud and clear, he has his eyes locked onto the whiteboard.
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Of Petals And Thorns
Short StoryHis gifts were lying near the front door i had opened months ago. He found me at the back of the crowd, with his hand behind his back, and those same warm eyes I've stared at before. This is a story that I wish I could rewrite.
